About Me
A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:
just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.
She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once
as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.
Black Cat, Rainer Maria Rilke
I'm loud and opinionated most of the time.
I'm highly impulsive.
I'm born under Mars - War, Passion, and Fire.
I need to know everything.
I make friends easily - when I want to.
I trust males more than females.
I hate holding back.
I want more tattoos, even if certain people I care about think they're ugly.
I have a few piercings besides the ears, of course: my septum and...a "pair" of others. -winkwinknudgenudge-
I don't care if you don't like me.
I'm not here for you, anyway.
I draw.
And I paint.
And I sculpt.
And I build.
And I need to keep making things with my hands otherwise I start hurting.
I miss playing piano.
And I miss a certain boy who I really just want to stab sometimes.
But everyone knows I'm (hopelessly) in love with him.
I have an unhealthy fascination, obsession
with the circus and old school carnivals with carousels
haunted houses, houses of mirrors,
eerie calliope sounds.
Ringmasters and freaks and carnies.
Love it, love it, love it.
I'm in college at the moment.
I don't know what my major is.
For now, I'm making money baking bread. It's gotten pretty lame over there, sadly.
I love my dog, Angie.
And my truck, The Flying Dutchman. XD
I'll listen to any music, read any book, and watch almost any movie that's not another romantic comedy.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be big. P:
Someday.
...?
Err...
"Nevermore."
